The flowers dance in the beautiful month of may, so why did she leave in utter disarray?
"Mommy?" The little girl asks, holding her hands against her heart.
"Why does it feel like it's being ripped apart?"
The little girl's mother smiles sweetly and sighs
"Sometimes, when you fall for someone, they leave your love, and let it die."
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Unfulfilled dreams (Poetry)
PoetryJust a bunch of poems that I decided to make a book out of. :)
